A/N: LOOKIE! I ADDED A CHAPPEH! heheh

Why? Because I honestly didnt wan't to go and lose all meh reviewers..n.n;;;;

-sigh- Yesh, I know this chapter is crap. I kind of have an idea with this is going, but I still need IDEAS! GIMME IDEAS! heheh.

School holidays, yay! So I may update even daily on some occasions. Depends how motivated I feel...

Disclaimer: Dont own...

"See ya tomorrow, Bakura!" Jou waved cheerfully at the boy, who smiled and waved back as he climbed the stairs to his apartment, and opened the door. Ryou smiled slightly as he entered the small lounge. A small sunbeam had managed to poke through the rain threatening clouds, and lit up the face of the sleeping spirit on the couch. The angel dropped his school bag, and walked softly over to him, crouching so he was eye level with Bakura and gently reached out a hand, catching his silvery tangles as he ran his thin ivory fingers through his hair until Ryou ran his fingers lightly over Bakuras shoulder, down to his arm. Ryous smile slowly faded as he gently stroked the angry, jagged scars along Bakuras bare arms.

It had been a month since the incident, when Ryou finally lost it, When Bakura put himself in hospital after nearly committing suicide, it was still an extremely delicate subject, and Ryou and Bakura had come to the unspoken agreement to never speak about it. Ryou was still scared of Bakura, and Bakura was still extremely angry and protective of Ryou, Which, needless to say, caused more than a few arguments-and a few times, fights- between the darkness and light. Ryou was right. The darkness did love him, he knew that, but he sure as hell had a funny way of showing it. Bakura often lashed out at Ryou, especially if he angered the darkness, or lingered on the subject of his heavy masochism.

Ryou sighed, as he rested his head on the couch cushion a few inches away from his darkness. There was a strange aura around the darkness when he was sleeping. Not innocence or light, he was far too dark and twisted for that, but a sort of calm seemed to hover over him. Ryou laced his fingers with Bakura, and hoisted himself up on the couch beside Bakura, lightly wrapping his free arm around his shoulders. Bakura tensed up, as he began to awaken from his light nap. Ryou smiled as he gazed at his yamis closed eyes.

It was just little things Ryou did, like making him a coffee, or like now, holding him while he slept, that showed he cared. His shattered heart was slowly beginning to heal; he was beginning to see that his darkness truly cared.

But he could never fall in love with him again, he didn't want to get hurt, He didn't want to feel that awful pain in his heart again. He just wanted to pick up the pieces of his life, and move on. He wanted to live.

Bakuras eyes gently fluttered open as he gazed slightly disorientated at his hikari for a few moments before a deep growl rumbled in his throat as he tried to pull away. Ryou shook his head, and held on firmly, as he clutched Bakura closer to him and nestled his silvery head in the crook of the yamis neck.

"Just be calm…" Ryou said in his light, soothing voice, as Bakura gently relaxed and ran his free hand through Ryous silky hair like water, and let out a long breath.

It was a long time before Bakura reluctantly sat up, breaking his hold on the boy. Ryou smiled softly, standing up, and stretching as he headed towards the kitchen.

"Um, what do you feel like eating?" He asked softly as he swung his head around the door, his silvery veil of hair falling over his luscious chocolate eyes.

"Meat." Bakura said shortly. Ryou laughed, a high, lilting laugh that make the spirits stomach flutter, as he looked away, face tinting red.

"That's all you ever want." He said teasingly, flashing the darkness a small smile as he turned into the kitchen. Bakura sighed, leaning back in the chair as he gazed at a few random sunbeams on the floor. His left hand clenched into a fist when he heard the light humming a cheerful tune to himself as he rummaged through the fridge, looking for the steak he had bought last night.

"Stop it." Bakura growled, standing up, and walking over to the kitchen.

"Stop what?" Ryou tilted his head, and frowned slightly.

"That fucking humming, Ryou! Its so damn annoying!" Bakura hit the door in frustration, as Ryous chin trembled as he looked at his darkness with hurt in his chocolate brown eyes.

"S-sorry, Bakura, I-I" Bakura growled and held his shoulders firmly.

"Don't Stutter, It makes you sound weaker than you already are."

"I-I'm S-sorr-" Ryou was cut off by a sharp slap across his ivory face. He felt tears fill in his eyes as Ryou looked down, his shoulders shaking.

Bakura took a step back, an unreadable expression on his pale face. He raised two hands to his hair, combing it with his fingers in frustration.

"Ryou…" He reached out a slightly shaking hand but Ryou backed away, his breath hitched with tears.

"Don't touch me." Ryou sobbed, as he slowly backed away. "Wh-Why?"

Bakura swallowed, a taste of bile in his mouth. He didn't answer. Instead, he just walked out, slamming the door behind him as he ran from the sobbing hikari.

Why?

This was so fucking typical of Bakura! Whenever it seemed like the spirit was beginning to get along with his light, he went and ruined it! Bakura sat down on a park bench, placing a head in his hands.

This was crazy. He was so smitten with his childish, clumsy, angelic hikari, but at the same time, he drove Bakura nuts. He was pure, innocent, everything Bakura wasn't. The huge growing feeling of frustration rose further and further in his chest. He was so fucked up…

He loved Ryou, but he couldn't show it. He just didn't know how. A demon Cannot love anyone, especially someone as calm and innocent as Ryou. It just couldn't happen.

And it hurt Bakura so much.

A long time later, Bakura came back, to find an empty apartment, He swore, slamming the door behind him to find that the clock read midnight. Wow, he was out that late? The pale demon bit his lip, and walked into the bedroom, letting out a long breath at what he saw.

Ryous thin trembling body was lit up by the moonlight as he slept, his eyes red and swollen from crying. Bakura walked slowly over to the sleeping angel, sinking onto his knees as he reached out a pale hand, stroking the paler boys hair softly. Ryou seemed calm at the action, letting out a long sigh, and sinking deeper into sleep. Bakura looked almost softly at the boy as he tugged off his pants, sliding beside Ryou in the bed. Gods, he was so cold… Walking out so late in the cold was not a good idea.. Bakura wrapped himself up in the blankets, unintentionally pulling them off Ryou as he slowly fell asleep.

"What…" Ryou whispered, his pale limbs shivering as he lifted his snowy head, and his ivory face broke out in a smile as he saw Bakura, still shivering despite the heavy blankets. The cold night air hit Ryous exposed skin, making him shiver, as goosebumps spread over his thin arms and chest.

"Come on, Yami…" Ryou tried to pull the blankets off of the sleeping yami, but to no avail. Ryou sighed, and sat in a miserable and cold ball on his half of the bed.

"Ryou?" Bakura whispered, finally awake. Ryou scowled, turning away from the spirit as he crossed his arms over his chest, gazing at the ring.

"Ryou…" Bakura let out a long breath, as he pulled off a blanket, wrapping at around Ryous trembling shoulders. The angel accepted the warmth gratefully, wrapping it around his thin shoulders as he gazed out the window for a few moments, not acknowledging the spirits hand on his shoulder, shrugging it away. Bakura flashed him a slightly hurt look for a few moments, then turned away. Ryou sighed as he lay back down, not facing his darkness.

It was a longtime before either of them fell asleep.

"Ryou?" Bakura shook the lights shoulder softly. Ryou moaned, and rolled over, not wanting to wake up. Bakura sighed, leaning over and placed a light kiss on his lights perfect pale pink lips. Ryous eyes slowly fluttered open, and focused on the face hovering over him. The angel whimpered, shrinking away slightly from Bakura, a look of fear in his face. Bakura merely stroked Ryous cheek with one hand, who closed his eyes as he began to tremble.

"Ryou…" Bakura said softly, his eyes full of an unknown emotion as he gazed at his hikari. Just when Ryou thought he could place it, It vanished, and Bakura stood up, stalking out of the room.

"Get you're ass out of bed or you'll be late for school." He called behind him. Ryou nodded dumbly, as he slowly got out of bed and pulled his uniform on.

GAH! that didnt even end properly! >. But I felt I had to post something.. I felt guilty... n.n;;;;; and also, I was missing all teh nice reviews...